Emrys's POV

Silent, a storm brewing around us, and I knew I shouldn’t have confessed. Before I knew it, Kennis jumped me and started punching me repeatedly.

“You—” punch, “have—” punch, “no—” punch, “right—” punch, “she’s—” punch, “mine!” Once he got his anger out of his system, he pushed me off him and got to his feet.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I’m confused,” I admitted. I didn’t want to have these feelings for Diara, but they were there. And what was worse was that I had no control over them. I hated this feeling; I always had control.

“Why?” he asked.

“I don’t know why. Maybe it’s her voice,...